Fred First
FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave
Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me was just my office. Now it is also my music room.I see this as...
FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .
We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door
THE RECAPThe storyline...
FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change
First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to...
FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp
The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in...
FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember
The Moods and Memories of MountainsOn reaching the summit of the long incline up from...
Terra Sapiens: On Our Beholding to the Soil
by Fred FirstAfter a recent and welcomed early spring rain, I stood in the soggy garden and stirred aimlessly with my boot at...
Where We’re From Guides Where We’ll Go
by Fred FirstWe may feel powerless to make a difference in the national issue of homeland security. But on the local level where...
Mountain Lions: Mystery, Myth and Matters of Fact
by Fred FirstInside the rustic cabin a few easy miles from the heart of Camp Winnataska, a dozen ten year old campers scrambled...
Disaster-Mapping: Let’s Start Pulling the Pins Now
by Fred FirstThe car won't start and the milk you poured on your cereal this morning went south. The kids have the flu...
Music: Binding Our Lives Together
by Fred FirstA friend of mine is writing a book about people and places along the Crooked Road. On one of his interview...
Breathing With the Trees: Good Health is a Walk in the Woods
by Fred FirstWe hardly need more reasons—as children or adults—to put technology, crowds, and hurry behind us and go more often to the...